Concealed with Obsession

7. Bipolar?

Ankhein khulein
Toh main dekhun tujhe
Sirf yahi farmaish hai
Peheli toh mujhko yaad nahi
Tu meri akhiri khwahish hai

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Patiala, Punjab, India

Akaal's pov

Sitting on the little bench, her head was resting on my shoulder as she was holding my hand and touching the scar which I had got 6 years ago when she had hit me.

This scar is one of the few things I love.

Because it is given by my love.

And I'm glad I can cherish this forever.

I find it funny how I am territorial about every single thing that is related to my wife.

She was the first person to ever hit me that time.

And she is the only person I would ever allow.

Flashback to 6 years ago

I was sitting on the sun lounger infront of the swimming pool while just staring at my hand.

A bandaid applied by her.

The way she had shook my hand and called me her "dost"

My guards had almost loaded their guns the moment she hit me with the knife.

I laugh thinking about that scene.

So profound guards and gunmen, but couldn't utter a word or do any action when my girl was infront.

She can cut me into two and still nobody would say her anything.

I tilt my head and then look at the wallpaper of my phone.

Trishnoor Kau- na ah-

-meri Noor.

-meri Mithi.

Cause indeed she is the sweetest person I have ever met.

I try to part her hair through my phone and then smile at myself.

Fuck, she is so pretty.

Her smile is addicting.

And the fact is that she is always smiling!!

This makes me attracted to her even more!

She called me her friend.

Nice upgradation from stranger to friend.

Good job Akaal.

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I wore my black track suit along with a sports cap on my head and a black mask with sport shoes and went out of the Virk Mansion at about 5:30 a.m.

Till 6, I was standing outside Noor's flat.

This is my daily routine since past 5 days.

Yes, it's been 5 days since we became friends and neither did I contact her nor did she.

But I wake up at 5:30 and run down to her house by 6 every single morning.

Because exactly at 6:05 a.m. she opens her balcony and comes out breathing in the fresh air with her eyes closed, and I get to witness that moment.

And what is even wrong in that?

I am just starting my day by seeing the light.

Noor means light.